vignettes.
No, its not a salad dressing. That's vinegarette.
he's no knight in shining armour
but i'd ride off into the sunset with him anyday.
i love everything about riding bikes.
The heat of the engine at your feet.
The way my hair gets so tousled and tangled after a ride.
The way you are really travelling on the road, you can hear the sounds, smell the exhaust. Not just passing by indifferently in an air-conditioned box.
As far as i'm concerned, its the ONLY way to travel.
A: But he got car anot?
B: Haha... i thought i was the only one who went for guys with cars!
me: (quietly to myself) I go for guys with bikes.
I was led to this thought: am I spoilt?
Yes my daddy is at my beck and call. (Beck. heh.)
We rode past kembangan on the way back, reminding me of all the times i made him fetch me after my piano lessons at kembangan.
But you know, its probably why i'm closer to me dad.
Both of us are not big on talking, and we don't really talk much in the car, but we do talk, and thats the only time i talk to my parents really. (as opposed to shouting match). The years of faithfully accumulated driving time have had a purpose.
When we went over bumps, my dad did this really funny thing of lolling his head around like a bu dao wong. It made me laugh. (Imagine this round, silver-helmeted bobbing head thingy) So he did it again. It's just like a dad playing with his 5 year old daughter, making her laugh again and again. Sometimes my dad treats me like i'm 5 still, like he likes to point out things and go, "oh kids, look! a cat!" but it's not always a bad thing as i found out.
fathers be good to your daughters
daughters will love like you do
girls become lovers
and turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too.
when my dad picked me up after FG, he was hungry. So had to go with him for supper... after stuffing myself to the brim at FG! We ordered ta pau for my brothers, the guys came to check order 3 times k! i said to my dad, "you know what would be really classic? if they still manage to screw up after this." and they did. i'm prophetic sia.
i'm looking forward to taking a break sometime. hopefully soon? i need one.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
tapioca. sweet and mushy or crispy and bland. depending on how you cook me.
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